I get it. You hate me. But in my defense I've been in the hospital for an ungodly amount of time. I was really sick, but I'm getting better. Also I have a job now, but I should still update? Who knows? Does anyone even read these? Oh well. I warn you in advance it's been a while since I've written… Read at your own risk.
Three weeks later found Jane and Maura in a very secluded, very luxurious supply closet behind the gym. What started as an innocent meeting place for catching up and just simply being alone, quickly became a prime location for after school make out sessions. It was pretty much safe to say this particular place had been abandoned by the school's custodial staff long ago.
Nimble fingers twisted a little harder within honey blonde hair, just the way she liked it. The brunette was rewarded with a faint moan from the doctor. Jane continued by pressing deliberate kisses down Maura's jawline to that sensitive spot just behind her ear as the doctor stifled you another moan. Maura wondered briefly how her younger girlfriend learned how to play her like a finely tuned instrument so quickly. It had only been a month or two since the start of a very passionate relationship, and both women knew that they were falling fast.
Maura wasn't used to the lack of self control that came with dating Jane Rizzoli. When she had finished med school, and was in the midst of completing her mandatory residency, she scoffed at the horny doctors and interns who logged as many hours in on-call rooms as they did in the operating room, and on active doctorate duty. She mentally chastised herself for now being the epitome of such hypocrisy. Although to be fair, at that point in her life, she had never been kissed before by one Jane Rizzoli.
Becoming a certified pathologist with a doctorate was not an easy task. It took hard work, dedication, and a meticulousness that only came with lots of practice. In addition to self-imposed rigorous study habits, Maura also prided herself on the fact that she was well versed in yoga and deep meditation. She normally could calm herself and empty her mind with a serious of simple breathing techniques. Yet here she was, panting heavily at the mercy of a beautiful girl who was beginning to wedge her way deeper into the doctor's heart.
Maura recalled being taught self control at a very young age. Having parents who thought of emotions as messy and inconvenient also had an effect on the veiled calmness that the doctor personified. When she was sent away just after grade school to France to continue her lavish education, propriety was a must. Despite all of her life's lessons, fancy French boarding school had not however prepared her for this. Kissing Jane brought with it a serious loss of composure.
Jane moved her hands from Maura's hair to run them down the toned sides of the teacher's body. She mentally compared the action to worshipping at a sacred alter. Maura's body was definitely sacred, but it was her mind that mostly kept the teenager in awe. Such a beautiful woman with such a full mind, Jane felt completely overwhelmed with the admiration she felt for the woman in her arms.
Maura's nails dragged sensually down Jane's back as the heavy petting continued. While Jane was caught up in her reverent thoughts of her teacher, Maura took the opportunity to gain the upper hand of their little tryst. She swiftly turned the brunette around, and hoisted her gently to the workbench that was made onto the wall. Jane's legs opened ever so slightly to accommodate the doctor who was currently nipping at her collar bone.
It was Jane's turn to wonder how she ever got so lucky. The teenager was young, but had already formed a cynical mindset when it came to love. Wait, woah. Love? It sure as hell felt like it, but she also knew that they both weren't ready for that admission.
Jane had always been "one of the guys." She never aspired to be one of those girls who sat on the sidelines and watched as boys played sports and fought for dominance. After going through somewhat of an awkward faze of puberty, when chubby cheeks and huskiness transformed into lithe athletic limbs, her grace with sports came naturally, and pretty soon, she wasn't just one of the guys anymore. She was better than them. When guys came to realize that there was no use in trying to beat her, she was widely accepted. Not to mention, girls couldn't resist the Rizzoli charm.
Once Jane realized that she was more interested in her guy friend's sisters than the actual guys, it wasn't hard to find a willing participant. Her experiences could not even compare to this though. Maura made Jane feel like a woman, and not just some experiment of sexuality. Jane could feel just how much Maura cared for her, even in just one of her kisses. Maura wasn't shy about giving Jane compliments, even if all she got in return was a blush and some mumbled words of gratitude.
The kissing came to a natural end when the need for oxygen became apparent. Maura rested her forehead against Jane's and kissed her nose. Jane giggled, even as she mentally noticed how un-badass it was. When it came to Maura, she had a soft spot that got weaker every day. They were both slightly out of breath, but blissfully content. Before Jane could whine out an equally un-badassed comment about the pause in their make out session, Maura said a few magic words, "Shall we take this to my place?"
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The door was barely closed before the doctor's lips were pressed against Jane's again with renewed fury. Jane lost all train of thought once Maura kissed her, but eventually remembered what she had intended to ask the doctor when they arrived at her house.
They moved into the kitchen where Jane took a seat at the breakfast bar and Maura began preparing some healthy snacks for the pair to enjoy.
"Maura?" she started, and all she got was a distracted "hmm?"
Jane pressed on anyway, trying to dissuade her nerves. "Do you think that maybe you'd wanna go on a date with me?" Jane said quietly, not looking up from her own fidgety hands.
Maura walked over and pressed a gentle kiss to the brunette's temple, "Of course, love. When would you like to go?" Jane's smile and sigh of relief made the doctor supply a soft smile of her own. "What, did you think I would say no?" Maura continued in jest, stroking soft brown hair.
"Well I would surely hope not, Dr. Isles on account of I let you feel me up in a supply closet…" Jane teased back, clearly back to being relaxed at this point.
"Jane!" the doctor shrieked in surprise, "I hardly felt you up, just some light, um, petting."
"Mmmhmmm…"
"Besides it's not like I heard you complaining at the time, Ms. Rizzoli," Maura smirked, then grabbed the snacks and made her way over to the couch. Jane followed, glad to be walking behind the doctor to hide her blush.
Jane sat casually next to the blonde, bringing her arm around the smaller woman's shoulders and kissing her cheek affectionately. Maura hummed contentedly and rested her hand on the brunette's thigh as they settled in to argue about what to watch on television. A few seconds went by and Maura looked down to where Jane's feet lay. On top of her tortoise.
"Jane?"
"Yes?"
"Bass is certainly not a foot rest."
"Got it."
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A Saturday two weeks from then found a very nervous Jane Rizzoli picking imaginary lint off of a vintage and immaculately ironed table cloth. She looked around at her modest childhood home and sighed in anticipation of her girlfriend. It was times like these that she was acutely aware of the status differences between the two. Sure, she had gone through lengths to make sure that her entire family would be out of the house for the day, which was a feat in itself, but she was all too certain that the doctor was used to having the best of the best in terms of dates.
When the doorbell rang, Jane smoothed her palms first over her flattering red top, then over black dress pants and tried to look composed. She opened the door, and Maura greeted her with a dazzling smile that she returned immediately. Jane marveled at the fashionable designer jeans and boots combination that worked wonders for Maura's already enviable body. After the blonde was invited inside, she closed the door before giving her a sweet kiss.
Maura looked around the house that she had only visited once before. It struck her again just how welcoming and "lived in" the home looked, and a quick sense of longing tugged at her heart. Jane led her to the dining room, and her attention drifted to the table adorned with the table cloth, and a few candles that flickered in holders around the plates. She seemed nervous, and hadn't said much since Maura entered her house.
Jane turned abruptly around almost running into Maura and began talking nervously, "I made spinach ravioli and sautéed chicken for us." She said, glancing in the direction of the kitchen. "I know you probably like wine, but I don't know what goes kind best with ravioli." She still hadn't looked up at the doctor's face, just mumbling and glancing around a lot.
Maura decided to spare the nervous brunette and reached out to lay a comforting hand on her arm. "Jane?" she questioned, "Are you alright, honey?" Concern painted the doctor's features as she waited for a reply.
"I know this stuff probably isn't as nice as you're used to, Maur, but I still hope you like it." It was then that worried brown eyes met equally concerned hazel. Despite the teen's nerves, Maura couldn't help but be delightedly flattered.
Maura carefully reached up to caress Jane's cheek and spoke softly, "I love it, Jane." She punctuated the words with a soft kiss to her nervous lips. "I love everything you do."
Jane fought back her blush and smile with sarcasm as always, "Everything, Maur? So you secretly like my potty mouth?" The doctor just smirked in return, and walked to the table to sit down.
The doctor pretended to express and air of impatience as she crossed her legs at the dinner table, "If you would be so kind as to stop teasing me, Ms. Rizzoli, I would love to indulge in some of this fantastic smelling ravioli." The doctor was secretly glad Jane had returned to her charming witty self as opposed to the nervous fumbling teenager version.
"As you wish m'lady," Jane replied as she set down heaping plates of steaming ravioli with chicken and went back to the kitchen for the fresh baked bread. The smells wafted up to the blonde's nose, and she took a hearty inhale.
"Jane, this looks amazing!" To Jane's credit, her blonde did look awfully impressed.
"I hope it tastes as good as it smells," she chuckled. She gestured for the Maura to be the first one to taste and watched the doctor's face for a reaction.
"Oh my God, Jane. This is so good!" the blonde let out a little moan of satisfaction, "Where did you learn to cook like this?" Jane had trouble answering on account of she was still focused on the moaning sounds coming from Maura's mouth. Jane tried to keep her mind from what other ways she could make the blonde moan. The brunette schooled her features in time to give a reply.
"My mom taught me," Jane said, taking a bite of food before continuing, "She insisted that if I didn't dress like a lady, I should at least cook like one."
Maura smirked, "Well I for one, think that you are very talented."
"Oh, you have no idea." Jane said with a wink, and it was the doctor's turn to blush.
"Jane, really?" she giggled, "At the table?" Maura would love to chastise the brunette for being so suggestive over a meal, but the little flutter she felt in the pit of her stomach kept her from doing so.
"Maura, come on, I was talking about basketball. Duh." She looked at the blonde as if it has been perfectly clear what she had been previously referring to.
"Basketball?"
"Yup," Jane replied. "We got a hoop outside, and we're going to play after lunch."
Maura looked at her dining companion with an expression that was equal parts scared and amused. She couldn't even think of a single time that she has watched a basketball game in its entirety. She did however have an extensive knowledge of sports-related injuries. "You couldn't think of something safe for us to do, like yoga?"
Jane countered with a saucy remark of her own, "Something tells me, Doctor, that you are not a fan of playing it safe.
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For Maura to be so averse to playing a dangerous sport, she looked rather content to be in Jane's arms under the basketball hoop. Even in heels, the brunette had an inch or two on the doctor's shorter frame, which made giving the lesson that much easier.
"Okay Maura, this is the championship shot. You only have one chance, so remember everything that I taught you." While enjoying the game of pretend championship basketball, Maura briefly worried about making a fool of herself. Jane backed away to give her girlfriend enough room to properly make pretend history. She was barely 10 feet away from the hoop, but it didn't matter. It felt pretty real to her…
"Bend your knees, Maur! Flick your wrist!" Jane yelled from a few feet away, admiring the blonde's adorable look of concentration. She looked just so darn cute in her borrowed Rizzoli scarf and hat to ward off the early November chill. With a leap of faith Maura took a shot at the hoop with a small, dainty jump. The ball swirled ever so slightly on the rim before making it successfully through the hoop.
As if it were an actual championship win, the pair erupted into shouts and cheers, hugging and jumping, and waving to the pretend camera. They calmed the celebration and lanky arms wrapped snugly around a shapely waist. Cold noses met one another before a small giggle turned into a kiss.
At this particular moment Jane was glad for the fence that surrounded the modest Rizzoli back yard. It provided the couple with shelter from wandering eyes as innocent pecks became more heated. Jane became more bold and snuck her tongue out to gently trace Maura's bottom lip. The doctor answered by opening her mouth to welcome her, a small whimper sounding between them.
The wind chose this moment to blow gently around them, shaking a few leaves loose from the branches that hung over the yard. Jane broke away from the embrace with a smile, "Come on, Maura! Try to catch them!"
Jane dashed and twirled around the yard like a mad woman, in an attempt to catch some rapidly falling leaves. Maura followed Jane's lead, but wasn't nearly as successful. After a few minutes of the game, Jane collapsed lankily into a heap on the ground, not caring about the leaves and grass that were sure to find their way into her long brown hair. Maura collapsed just as daintily on top of her, with an "ooph."
"I feel like I've learned so much today, Jane." The blonde looked up from her comfortable position with her head on Jane's chest. "Slam dunking, and leaf catching…" The doctor trailed off thoughtfully and poked a finger into Jane's ribs in jest.
"So you're saying I'm your first?" Jane said, suggestively, glancing down at all the soft blonde hair splayed across her chest.
Maura completely missed the innuendo, but replied sweetly, "You've been a lot of first for me, actually." And punctuated the sentiment with a kiss to the cleft in her chin.
"And here I was thinking you were the genius," Jane said back with a dimpled smile to show the other woman that she was kidding.
After a few minutes of content silence a husky voice said, "Last one inside makes the hot cocoa."
Both made a mad dash for the back door.
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Monday morning found the pair nestled once again in their favorite secluded supply closet. Both were just a little too lost in each other to notice the pair of wandering eyes that saw them leave and embrace before parting separate ways.
Okay, okay I know, I am super rusty and this was shorter than you probably wanted it to be. Let's hope it's not another six months before I update, yeah?
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